Authors pov
"Stay quiet in here and stop your crying. You're not going anywhere until the doctor examines you. I don't want her to see you like this," Enzo said, his tone now laced with a commanding edge. He moved towards the clothes that had been discarded on the floor. They were a stark contrast to the fragile atmosphere of the room—a reminder of the normalcy that now seemed so far out of reach.
Tiara woke up slowly, her body stiff and sore. Her head was heavy, and her eyes burned from crying. She blinked a few times, taking in her surroundings. The room was dim, with the early morning light just beginning to seep through the thick curtains. She felt disoriented, her mind clouded by the events of the previous night.
